|The main train lines are under the slope on the left|
Which is a shame, because it's a classically beautiful old station that was restored for the 1992 Olympics.
|The entry hall|
|The 12 platforms|
|The arcing 30 tall roof|
|The arrival wall|
The station sits near Barceloneta which I wrote about here, which also makes it close to the beach.
Ah, the beach. What better day to go to the beach than on a sunny (though breezy) Sunday? You get to find a bit of sand to yourself and get peace and quiet.
|Or maybe not|
|The first cove|
|And the next|
|And the next after that|
|And the next after that again|
|Some of these guys were good. Others not so much|
|With the Coast Guard watching|
|One or two boats|
|A pretty marina|
|Windsurfers in a hurry|
|Zooming around a boat|
|Paddlers and smaller boats in the protected waters|
The beach boardwalk which runs for as far as the eye can see is home to strollers, walkers, joggers, bikers, scooter riders (foot powered Razors and electric powered ones), Segways, kids, kids on scooters -- and nudists. Seriously. The beaches are topless, but a totally nude lady strolled by us on the boardwalk -- being filmed by a dude.
There are no right of way rules on the boardwalk, by the way. Bikes weave between the walkers, electric scooters race along, walkers stop randomly and chat -- it's the Legacy Trail with sand.
The beaches are ill served by Metro lines (the nearest parallels the beach through the Poble Nou district, about 1.5 km inland) but the H16 bus runs along the beach road and takes you right into downtown (or, conveniently for us, about 300 m from our apartment).